#30 – Why the **** did you move me into a foreclosure? (said by Grunt Labor to myself the first morning we woke up in our now beloved rancher)
#33 – Sweet Nurse Renee in the NICU teaches Grunt Labor how to change a diaper and feed the kid, while I was doped up on morphine from the emergency c-section that was just like a scene straight from Grey’s Anatomy.
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Downstairs, in the Grunt Labor cave, there is a box.
A box that isn’t that pretty.
Not that big.
But, its heavy for its size.
And within that box are rocks.
Small rocks with numbers written on them in black Sharpie.
Numbers that mean absolutely nothing to anyone else.
But absolutely everything to us.
#22 – “Oh s**t, its the wrong end of Rhode Island.”
While on a trip to D.C. Grunt Labor and I ended up on the wrong end of the street our hotel was on, the very far away wrong end.
Luckily, a cab driver noticed that we were obviously lost and swerved over to the sidewalk and picked us up like nobody’s business.
#2– How do you get out of something bad? You start a pep club.
Seriously. Starting a pep club was the best decision I ever made while teaching or really in my entire life. That’s a really good story too that I’ll save for another day.
#35 – The great parental breakdown of 2012
Mama leaves us alone with the newly born kid for the first time. The kid has a slightly bloody belly button / stump where the umbilical cord was.
It all ends in three frantic calls to the doctor, where the result is that the kid is perfectly fine, but the parents are left bawling like five year olds and crying for Mama to come back and help us.
It’s our version of The Notebook.
Our love story. Our life.
#7 – The Jenna -N- Andy pumpkin.
Its baffling how one little pumpkin can cause so much drama that nearly results in bar room brawls. (I’ll tell you all about it…..someday soon…..)
#27 – “He doesn’t speak English.”
These words were the first words uttered to me by Grunt Labor when I met him at the altar on our wedding day.
No “You look beautiful” or “I love you.”
At our destination wedding in the Dominican, the priest did not speak English. Instead of “I do,” we said “Si.” And then I came home and translated our marriage certificate from Spanish to English with the help of Google and somehow managed to get it notarized in the states.
#25 – And then there were 2……no, wait, 4.
Grunt Labor and I were married in June. In August of the same year, we got two new additions in our house – Nick and Brandon. I guess that’s the closest I’ll ever get to college dorm living.
I still beg Brandon to move back in with us. He would be a fab nanny. Nick is welcome too, but he can be messy. He makes up for it by bringing me beer, though.
Here’s to whatever 2014 will add to the memory rocks.
With a trip to Cancun already booked and Garth Brooks announcing he’s going back on tour – there are many more adventures to be had.
Why not start your own memory rocks this year? Or do you already have your own version of memory rocks?
You know you don’t wanna miss any of this crazy.
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